to mike-your rap song

the pain I felt
will salt the earth
and make the dirt grimace
and its thirst will never leave me

the way you have with words
can they be empty
you walked far past the mark
and spared no second glance
but I will return to the flower growing
angry albeit getting older and wiser
in the dark

musing on the scrawls that take after me
in print
the script has a smell
and oh how poignant
and how underserving am i
of such acknowledgement
by someone so full of knowledge
being knowledgeable and just being
 but my meanings lost
I will recover it
through the moon
the beams shine through
my curtains and blind me
dark totems
dark taboos and my resentment
can like a flower bloom


the certain smell in my room
as I lay there listening to you
pure zen a demons menace
penetrating all of me
glimpsing into the classical books
along the shelf
you made the piece of paper
that connects me to my heart
as well as still beating to myself

and solitary confinement suits me quite well
but you took shortcuts through the woods
and faced things that would make me go nuts
and in your refinement, you know exactly
what your own words meant
and where light leans
and when they sink ships
water spilling
you soak it up
returning to the problem
with your friendship